My Last Request

Please don't say how good I was,
but that I did my best.
Just say I tried to do what was right,
to give the most i could, no less.
Please don't give mewings or a halo,
that's for God to do.
I want no more than I deserve,
no extras, just my due.

Please don't give me flowers,
or talk in real hush tones,
don't be concerned about me now,
I'm well with God, I've made it home.
Don't talk about what could have been,
it's over and done.
Just see to all my family needs,
especially my soon to be little one.

Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free.
I'm following the path God laid for me.
I took His hand when I heard Him call.
I turned my back and left it all.

I could not stay another day to laugh,
to love, to work or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way.
I found that place at the close of day.
If my passing has left a void,
then fill it with remembered joy.

A friendship shared, a laugh,
a kiss, ah yes, these things, I too will miss.

Writen in honor by the late
Darrell Lewis Mitchell